Chapter 843: Who Is the Golden Cicada

The deal was finalized. Dan Buda said to Chu Shaoqiang, "Draw a map of thirty percent of Dao-gui Ridge; the more detailed, the better."

Chu Shaoqiang had already prepared the map. Dan Buda handed it directly to Li Banfeng, saying, "Circle everything on it that cannot be removed."

Holding the map and a pen, Li Banfeng didn't know how to begin. "What do you mean by 'things that cannot be removed'?" he asked.

Dan Buda frowned. "Don't ask me that," he said. "Haven't you scouted the area yourself?"

Ding Guoguo had stayed with the Snow Tribe for nearly a year, treating their illnesses and becoming well-acquainted with them. Although usually reserved, her good nature made her very popular among the Snow Tribe members. Even Zhuoma, who had disliked her before, knew she was leaving and came over with a wine cup.

"Mr. Xiang's wife?" Lin Dezhi was puzzled. "She seems to have visited the hotel, but I was out at the time helping negotiate some collaborations, so I missed her. I only have a vague impression of her. Mr. Dong, why are you looking for Mr. Xiang's wife?"

Since they had eaten grilled fish not long ago, they didn't prepare dinner again.

She knew who it was without looking. Ding Guoguo pretended not to hear, remaining still, lying on Ding Ning.

If a person from several centuries ago suddenly encountered a novel object like a walkie-talkie, what do you think he would do?

"If you kill him, I won't live either." Her back straight, she looked up at him with determination.

Dong Baixue was truly enraged. She couldn't stand Xiang Wei defending Kang Fanni. Since there were no outsiders in the conference room, she spoke loudly without restraint.

So, this guy has been a newsmaker ever since he entered the Faith; the gossip about him could fill millions of words.

The compass needle in the center suddenly began to spin and swing wildly. Then, when it finally stopped, we found that the needle, which was pointing due south, was actually indicating northwest when translated to the room's orientation.

There are countless martial artists in this world, but most cannot even cultivate to the Ninth Realm of Spirit Refinement. Only a few can become Spirit Refinement Grandmasters, and among ten such grandmasters, usually only one can achieve the unity of Heaven and Man, becoming a Great Grandmaster.

Without exception, these were all primordial treasures, specially refined to be used for stabilizing the nation's fortune.

This renegade mechanical lifeform, codenamed Yu Ping at the time, had markings that originated from the authority of the Sea-Swallowing Bottle.

Because if other races didn't use the Divine Fire Seed method, it would mean that Li Xun's strongest sealing method would be temporarily unusable.

Before the Raven could finish speaking, Fan Dalang couldn't help but unleash a palm strike towards the sky. Within his palm, a phantom coral appeared, instantly transforming into an expanse.

Coupled with the death of Emperor Qian Shizong, the entire Great Qian Dynasty was rife with undercurrents, and the capital city was plagued by constant overt and covert struggles. This led to instability in the Great Qian martial world, with the Sun-Moon Demonic Cult stirring restlessly.

Ye Liuyun sighed faintly. Without any discernible movement, a massive palm print, entirely condensed from true qi, descended from the sky. It was heavy, yet possessed a light and ethereal blur, causing onlookers to feel as if they might vomit blood.

Although he spoke subtly, with her intelligence, how could she not understand the meaning behind Ye Chen's words?

"This lighthouse is located near Jincheng Lake," Qin Yu said, carefully examining the text while holding Chen Su's hand. "See, it says here that Jincheng Lake is in the western suburbs of Jiangcheng."

The off-road vehicle traveled for a day and a night, arriving at a territory familiar to Zhou Qiao just after the second dawn.

Looking at Ouyang Hao, who had entered a state of madness, Gu Wei felt a chill immediately rise in his heart. From that moment on, Gu Wei completely abandoned any thought of competing with Ouyang Hao. He knew that in terms of intellect, he couldn't compare to Ouyang Hao, and in terms of methods, he was completely insignificant in front of him.

Heroes' Tomb began to steadily retreat. However, none of the players capable of joining this hundred-person team were weak; they were all guild elites.